Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Simple As That

I believe every storyteller must be well familiar with sadness. They
must have tasted it at least once. And no, not the silly, melancholy stuff. Not
a little splash of it. Not a cup of sorrow dumped over their heads. They must have
nearly drowned in it at least one time. It must have filled them up to the top.
Sadness makes our stories thicker, fuller, more truthful.

I also believe a true storyteller must fill their bellies with
gladness. Yes, the sky is tall. Yes, the music is sweet. Yes, the book is too
long and time too short. Yes, the laughter is loud and wild. Yes, and again
yes. For all the moments we’ve met with sadness, we’ve indulged it only for a
time. Then, we have slapped it in the face, called it pathetic,
and sent it back to where it belongs, to someplace we’ll never bother to visit ourselves.
We use it and tell it be gone. We master it.

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